One day while out walkin' in a far distant land,
I went into an alehouse for a half-hour to pass,
And as I sat down with my smoke and my glass,
Who should come in but a young Indian lass.

Well, she sat down beside me and she gave me her hand
Saying, "Young man, you're a stranger. You're not one of my clan,
But if you'd be contented to stroll along with me,
I will teach you the language of the Isle of Maree. [check spelling].

Oh, no, my fair maiden, this just cannot be,
For I have my own true love in my own country.
To deceive her I would never, for I know she loves me.
I will not marry the lass from "Maree."

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